It’s really been entirely too long since Holly wrote one of her poems. So here goes:
First, let me explain:
Humans are weird.
They pee inside their houses —
They have a special room for it.
It’s entirely bizarre.
What’s weirder still —
They like weird things in there.
Things like orchids.
I really can’t understand the purpose
Of orchids.
So I’m confused each time
My human comes home
From places thar have orchids
In the pee room.
I know these things.
I know where she’s been.
I know she sat at a table
With roses on it
(That’s weird too)
And ate raw fish
And berries
With that other human
Who talks loud and is fun
And has great energy.
I like him.
Even though he has dogs.
And orchids.
He has orchids.
At his house
They’re everywhere.
I wonder why.
As far as I know
Nobody eats them.
